And we are good to go. Everyone should have a pm a this point. The game is starting with a lynch. This will be 36 hours. Good luck everyone.
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And we are good to go. Everyone should have a pm a this point. The game is starting with a lynch. This will be 36 hours. Good luck everyone.
vote: Atheotes
First vote for the first on the list.
(cue a vote for me next...)
Vote: Chaotix
Haven't done this in some time...
Vote:Bsmith (first one to vote)
Vote: thefluffyone
This should be a no-brainer.
Vote:GH
Hi ~:wave:
Vote: Arjos
Vote: Askthepizzaguy.
Vote: landlubber
Vote: Atheotes
vote: Lazy McCrow
Blame the RNG
Vote: Montmorency
vote: Ishmael (blame it on the boogie)
Vote: Ishmael
Blame Hitler.
Vote: Czargo
Just trying to spread the love a bit
We're trying to hunt down the faithless heathens among us right?
This is a no brainer:
Vote: Atheotes
Done deal!
Vote: Zack
He's acting like a townie! That means that he's scum!
wrong thread
My apologies for the delay, was out of town for the weekend. Will have the lynch posted asap.
Sorry I missed first-round voting...won't happen next round.:bow:
We established a ring around the center altar. The high priest led the initial examination. Each member present was given to the crowd, one by one. After a brief discussion, each person was then let to sit down so that the next might be examined. After the process was finished, and Tlacalael and the crowd were satisfied, the group began to lay their observations forth. It turned out to be highly fragmented. There was little agreement that could be found, beyond that nobody was totally sure of who the gods desired. As the day stretched on, a scout came from the door. The sun was setting outside. It appeared we were taking longer than ideal. With that, Tlacalael called forth everyone to make their final analysis. By a narrow margin, the choice of the group was Atheotes. He walked up without batting an eye. he offered himself to the altar, laying on his back, chest bared to the ceiling. Our High Priest chanted to the gods, as they watched from the three walls, their gaze seeming to be steeling at us all. Atheotes did not cry or weep as the sacred knife was plunged into his chest. Tlacalael sliced it apart with the precision years of practice brings, and lifted the heart to us all. Atheotes fell limp on the now bloodied altar. After finishing the ritual, Tlacalael rested the heart next to its former host.
"My friends. We have exerted ourselves today and offered the gods our pure sacrifice. Let us retire to the old servant's chambers. Pray that our sacrifice was pleasing, and that the gods will offer us the blessing of rain by the time we have awaken. Sleep well."
Please send in Night Orders. I would like this phase to be 24 hours.
Tally:
Atheotes 3 (Bsmith, Visorslash, Yaropolk)
Bsmith 2 (Jarema, Atheotes)
Ishmael 2 (Zack, Lazy McCrow)
Chaotix 1 (Fluffy)
Fluffy 1 (Chaotix)
GH 1 (Csargo)
Arjos 1 (Monty)
Landlubber 1 (Lewwyn)
Daveshack 1 (GH)
Lazy McCrow 1 (Ishmael)
Monty 1 (Edse)
Csargo 1 (SalmonSoil)
Zack 1 (Seon)
Alive:
Bsmith
Chaotix
Csargo
Daveshack
Edse
Fluffy
GeneralHankerchief
Ishmael
Jarema
Landlubber
Lazy McCrow
Lewwyn
Montmorency
SalmonSoil
Seon
Visorslash
White eyes
Yaropolk
Zack
Lynched:
Atheotes (D1)
I could have forced a tie...but would have been lynched anyway. :end:
Should've forced it anyway. It gives us more data to go off of in the endgame. Plus, the whole thing about it being your duty as a townie to try to stay alive as long as you can and all that. :tongue:
They didn't have me there to yell at them for poor arguments, that's why.